The tall, slender woman paced in the room. The temperature rapidly rose, steam clung to the window and clouded her view of the outdoors. As she paused to watch the window, her wonderful and prosperous country disappeared under a thick layer of condensation.

"We are not waging war upon your country, sir, we are simply refusing to continue allowing trade from our country to yours." she explained cooly, throwing a glance towards the tall man that stood in the middle of the room, red-faced and angry at her decision. She was the Queen of Arendelle, for goodness' sake, and he was only the King of Corona. He didn't know how to make a deal with her, being that he's only been the king for a year. And before he met the Lost Princess of Corona, he'd been a thief; before that, even, he'd been a simple orphan.

"I didn't say you were, your highness, but your country is one of the biggest sources of trade that Corona gets! If you cut ties with us, it won't end well for the people of our country. I'm sure you know how stressful running a country is, so you surely understand why I don't like your decision, right?" Eugene asked, a stream of sweat slipping down his forehead. These stuffy, king-oufits were worthless.

She fingered a strand of her raven hair before turning to look at the man. She was getting angrier at him by the second. "My decision isn't changing, sir, so please leave,"

He gave her a desperate stare. He knew Arendelle had a surplus of items and food to trade, and had been cutting ties to other countries as well. The Queen was likely planning to become one of the biggest and strongest countries, leaving small islands such as Corona behind in the dust.

"Look. I don't know what your plan is, but all I know is you obviously don't understand the meaning of fair trade. We still send shipments to your country-if you don't send shipments in return, you won't get any at all. It's only fair, obviously. And the shipments you've been sending have been coming up short the past few months, by the way-in case you didn't think we'd notice," he said angrily.

Elsa gave him a steely gaze. "I would recommend that you leave this instant," she said, curling her hands into hot fists. This was the third time this week she'd dealt with an angry king or tributary over this same issue. On top of this, the people of her own country were turning against her, displeased with her decision. Did they not see that she was trying to help make the country better; to ensure that everyone had plenty of everything?

This young king, however, stood his ground and wouldn't move. "Your country needs us as much as we need you,"

"No, we don't," she threw back simply. She stared as sweat streamed down his face. He was infuriating her, and she was about to let him have it if he wouldn't go away and accept her decision.

"Your plan is weak. You have plenty for the country right now, but what happens when that surplus runs out, and nobody will accept trade from you because they know you don't play well with others? Your country goes down the drain. I'm sorry, but that's how it works, even I know that-" he broke off when she snapped and lunged at him. She grabbed his neck and dug her fingernails into his skin.

"Leave. Now." she glared at him, and watched with satisfaction as his eyes widened with fear. He gave a yelp and felt almost as if she had literally burned his skin, so he yanked away from her.

With that, he stormed from the room, making sure to slam the door to let her know that he wasn't giving in happily. When he left, she was left breathing heavily, glaring at the place where he had stood. Drat him! Drat all of them! They knew so little of running a country, yet criticized her for her brilliant plan. How dare they! Releasing all of the anger she had kept pent up during the meeting, she slashed her arm to the side, and a burst of fire shot from her long fingers. She stared with pleasure as she watched the flames lick up the sides of a tablecloth before devouring it completely, and a thought formed in her mind. If her people didn't accept how she ran the country, if the other rulers didn't accept her decisions...she'd show them how powerful of a Queen she was. A good dose of fear never hurt anyone.